coming back from the best halloween orgy you've ever been to, all your holes filled to the brim with i-won't-say-what, you find out that the world is still the same, the people in the chatroom still talk about the same old boring bullshit, the racists are still killing themselves in the middle east. you're still going to die in 50 years. i guess your happiness doesn't matter that much. you decide tomorrow you're gonna finally choose a direction and start walking away from your house and not stop until you get to the sea. you forget the thought in the morning and keep doing what you were always doing.
